¿CUÁNTAS PÍSCAS?: A Latino's Lonely Journey To Success
By Noe Lara
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The book is a very candid and personal account of a Latino’s journey out of poverty. In the book the author shares wonderful stories of his growing -up days as well as stories of his clients after he began his career as a human service worker. He joyously shares his family with the reader and vividly describes the people that had an influe
Noe Lara
Noe Lara was born on a ranch located 20 miles from Austin, the capitol of the state of Texas. He was one of 13 children born to don David and dona Lola Lara.The Lara family spent ten years in the migrant stream which allowed them to travel from East Texas to as far north as the state of Wisconsin. In the later years they settled in West Texas where cotton crops and abundant seasonal work provided a living for the family.
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¿CUÁNTAS PÍSCAS? - Noe Lara
¿Cuántas Píscas?
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Non-Fiction
12.09.19
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
I wish to express my gratitude to my brothers and sisters who provided me their time and memories to support the facts in my story. I would also like to thank my wife Diana and our friends Lowell and Loretta Tollefson, and Sharon Neitzel for making sure that I expressed myself in the most professional way possible. Also, I am indebted to my friend Dr. Richard Melzer for his suggestions regarding story balance and structure.
Finally, I want to express my gratitude to our Creator, who gave me the inspiration and confidence that enabled me to give this book life.
FOR
My father, el señor don Davíd Lara. You tried to warn me and show me the way, and yo muy terco (I stubbornly) at the time, did not listen.
CONTENTS
Acknowledgement
Preface
Introduction
Chapter 1: Younger Years, 1950-1953
Chapter 2: Travels to El Norte
Chapter 3: The End of our Gypsy Migrant Life
Chapter 4: Wall Controversy—I am just saying!
Chapter 5: Beginning of a Formal Education
Chapter 6: A Home of our Own
Chapter 7: High School Years
Chapter 8: Texas Tech Bound, 1964-1969
Chapter 9: Dream Realized, 1969-2005
Chapter 10: End of a Challenging Career
Chapter 11: Mi Familia (My Family)
Chapter 12: Mis Hijos (My Children)
Chapter 13: My Second Marriage, 1995-present
Chapter 14: Spiritual Development
Chapter 15: Those That Made an Impact on My Life
Chapter 16: Lessons Learned
Chapter 17: How do you Spell Success?
About the Author
PREFACE
I was encouraged to write this book by friends and colleagues that would hear my story and personal thoughts and find them amusing and thought-provoking. I also wanted to revisit events in my life and the feelings that they evoked. Feelings that I still experience and that have helped shape my life.
Another goal was to honor my family, especially my Mexican-immigrant parents who struggled so hard with so little to ensure that I took advantage of the opportunities that presented themselves. Opportunities that could help me grow. My older brothers and sisters also sacrificed much to ensure that the youngest in the family of 12 would be better educated than they. This included my younger brother Danny, sister Connie, and me.
I included stories and shared experiences as a migrant and seasonal farmworker traveling to the state of Wisconsin and Lubbock Texas in search of work in the fields either picking vegetables or picking cotton. After completing college and after marriage, I also had an opportunity to work in the nation’s capitol Washington D.C. and for the Housing Assistance Council (HAC), a national housing corporation dedicated to improving housing conditions in rural areas.
I proudly share my experiences in my adoptive state of New Mexico. My experiences in D.C. helped me prepare for the position of Executive Director of the HAC field office in Albuquerque. In 1980, I was recruited by New Mexico Governor Bruce King to head the New Mexico Housing Authority. After a brief stint in the private sector (Real Estate and Development), I pursued opportunities working as a social worker, social worker supervisor, and County Office Manager. For 20 years I also taught as an adjunct professor, at the University of New Mexico, Valencia Campus.
In the book I talk about the walls that often present challenges to immigrant young people as they pursue the American Dream. I describe the obstacles faced as immigrants adjust to a new culture and to a world that many times looks down on people that do not speak English and that don’t share the same skin color. It will describe the author’s struggle to obtain an education in a hostile environment marked by poverty, ignorance, and prejudiced attitudes. The author also gives an account of his disappointments with his struggles to achieve the American Dream
.
Religion is explored as it had a tremendous impact on the author- both positive and negative. Growing up in a Mexican-American protestant home was not an easy task as there was much guilt to go around. Yet it was this same faith that helped me steer in the right direction. The writer describes his new gained perspective as he reminisces about his past, enabling him to reflect on the reasons that he then acted the way he did, and how those actions and beliefs have influenced the way he lives his life today.
INTRODUCTION
I titled the book? Cuantas Piscas? A Latino’s Lonely Journey to Success. Cuántas píscas
means How much do you pick?
This is referring to how much cotton someone is capable of picking. Just as young men had lines that they used when picking up a girl with a romantic intention, this line was used to begin a conversation with girls who were picking cotton in the same field. Of course, assertive girls were using the same line with the guys. To me the word has a double meaning. I interpret it to mean, what are you capable of accomplishing? or, what is your potential? To me it also begs the character question, what kind of a person are you?
I believe that it is important that we reflect from time to time, and evaluate the progress we are making in life’s journey. Sometimes because we are prone to depression or because we are driven to depression, the road to success can be very lonely indeed. It’s important to remember that many times we experience success only if we make changes. I believe that if we fail to accept change, we limit and sometimes deny ourselves any possibility of reaching our full potential. I discuss how I approached my journey, how others described my success and how I personally described my success.
My Mexican heritage, my spiritual upbringing, and my education, served as a beacon for my positive endeavors in my life. It was not easy for me to compete in an Anglo-dominated society. Because of this I had to work doubly hard to first obtain an education, and secondly, to be successful in some of my career choices. The faith that I inherited from my parents served to keep me from giving up, even though many times I was tempted to do so. My Christian background helped me to sustain a positive attitude toward challenges encountered and to be understanding toward those that did not wish for me to succeed.
My culture, my job experiences, and my faith contributed immensely to the path I chose in life, including some of the successes that I have had. I enjoyed a great deal of support from my older brothers and sisters and from some very special people who believed in me and who never gave up on me. But it was definitely my father and mothers’ love and the stability they provided that had the greatest influence.
I hope that the reader will get a glimpse of my past, which many times was serious and hard, but also find some humor in my depiction of life back then.
CHAPTER 1
Younger Years, 1950-1953
There were thirteen children born to my parents, don David and doña Lola, as they were respectfully referred to by their friends. Because they were Christians and many of their friends were church families, they were also referred to as Hermano y Hermana Lara (Brother and Sister Lara). To my siblings and me, we respectfully called them Apá and Amá.
Twelve children survived into adulthood, seven sisters and five brothers. All of us were born approximately two years apart. I was the eleventh born, and I have two younger siblings, a brother Daniel (Danny) and a sister Consuelo (Connie).
When Connie was about five years old, my mother became pregnant with twins. Unfortunately, the pregnancy resulted in stillbirths. Had they lived, my mother would have given birth to fifteen children.
I was born at Kennedy Ranch in Williamson County,Texas. I was delivered by doña Petra, a midwife who delivered many of the babies on the ranch. I believe only three of my siblings were not delivered at home. I really do not remember living at Kennedy Ranch. However, a few years ago, my brother Estévan, who was nine years my senior and who retired to Elgin took me there and showed me the house where I was born. It is a small house surrounded by trees and situated near a livestock tank.
I have always celebrated my birthday on July 3rd and believed that I was born in 1945. In 2000, my wife and I were planning a trip to Europe. In the process of getting a passport, I had to produce a birth certificate. I did not have one, so I ordered one from Austin, where the archives are kept for those who were born in Texas. Upon receiving it, I was surprised that it indicated that I was born on September 3, 1944. I do not know when I was really born but I had to change my legal papers to reflect the September 3, 1944 date. I believe that my father, when registering my birth, just had too many things on his mind and probably was registering two or three births that day and could not quite remember the exact date when I was born. Several of my brothers and sisters also had similar problems establishing true birth dates. I have been getting a lot of mileage out of this, however, as I now celebrate two birthdays a year!
Apparently Kennedy Ranch was the home of many immigrants who came from Mexico looking for work. At one time it had its own school and grocery store. My older brothers have some very fond memories of the ranch, and it seems that my father and my older brothers were treated very well by Rankin Kennedy, the owner of the ranch.
Apá was born in San Rafael, Nuevo Leon, Méjico. This is a community south of Nuevo Laredo and north of Monterrey, Mexico. I always thought that Amá was born in Mexico, but I learned later in life that she was actually born in a rural Texas town called Big Foot. Proof of her birth could not be established because the court house of that county had burned. She was in her fifties before she was able to get a birth certificate.
She did this by finding two witnesses who could attest to her birth. It was important for her to prove that she was an American citizen. Prior to this my mother was always reluctant to go to Mexico for fear that the authorities would not allow her to return to the United States.
My earliest recollection of living anywhere was in a small town called Thrall in Williamson County, Texas. It actually was not too far from Kennedy Ranch and some 20 miles from Austin, the State Capitol. We lived in a little compound of three houses. The road leading to our house ended when it got to our houses. We lived with Apá and Amá in the largest of the three houses. At this time, there were ten of us living with our parents. My brother Paul, his wife Lourdes, and their son Augustine lived across the street in a smaller house. There was a third house next to Paul’s house that was designated to be my brother David’s when he got married. In the meanwhile, it was always rented to someone else.
Every year, after following the crops, we would return to Thrall and stay in our old house. When we stopped following the crops to the Midwest and settled in Lubbock, we would still occasionally visit the old house. It wasn’t until years later that my father sold the property to his brother, my tío (uncle) Enrique.
Our house in Thrall was very cold in winter and hot in the summer. It had no insulation and was heated by firewood and coal. It had no plumbing, and we got our water from a man-made well. A pail was attached to a rope that we would lower to retrieve water for our use. We would transfer that water to another pail that we would take in the house. This pail was called a tina and we called the tin dipper with the long extension a dipa. Getting water from the well was one of the jobs of the kids, so I did my share. Every time that we returned to live in the house, my brother Paul, who was small in stature, would be hoisted down the well to remove any debris that had collected so that the water would be suitable to drink.
The restrooms were outhouses located about 75 yards from the house. Walking to them in the cold of winter presented a different challenge. The distance and the bitter cold winds made it exceedingly unpleasant to perform basic bodily functions. In the summer while using the outhouse, which we called el escusado, we were constantly vigilant for snakes, spiders, and other critters that might bite us!
Kennedy Ranch House
Written by Noé Lara
February 15, 2007
I was born in a ranch house,
My family shared with me.
I don’t remember living there,
But it’s a place I’d like to be.
I was delivered by a midwife,
dona Petra was her name.
She made sure I cried my first,
Before she went away.
Cows were eating just nearby,
on this hot and dusty day.
Kids were waiting for my arrival,
to hurry up and play.
My mother was in labor,
My father standing by.
You could hear a pin drop,
when I refused to cry.
But after prayers and panic,
From my lungs erupted sound.
Everyone was relieved to know,
That I finally came around.
This house where many others lived,
this home of love and pain.
Was shelter to my family,
Protection from the rain.
It now stands much in disrepair,
Since everyone has gone.
We still go by and visit,
Although no longer home.
I was born a little timid,
In this humble and peaceful ranch.
I know that through my family,
I’ve learned to take a chance.
They say our spirits still abide,
In this lone and dusty place.
They still hear children play,
and Amá singing Amazing Grace.
The house had a small picket fence in the front, and rose bushes were planted to the right of the house. It had one pear tree that my mother loved which was located near the well. She loved the fruit of the pear tree but she also liked the beautiful blossoms that the tree had in the Spring. In the back near the well was a washing house that my uncle Manuel, from Mexico, had built. It was a cuartito, a place where the laundry would be washed, and it was also a small storage area. There was always a big patch of cactus. Cactus provided food for us in the spring. We called this delicacy nopalitos, which everyone in the family enjoys to this day.
The kitchen was small and the cooking was done on a wood- burning stove that also served to partially heat the house in the winter. There was another wood stove in another room. I remember Apá placing little embers in our shoes so that they would be warm before we put them on as we would then walk about two miles to school. The winters were very cold in East Texas.
Our little white casita (house) was surrounded by cotton fields owned by a man named Mr. Stiles. Sometimes we could see men plowing the fields, using mules to pull the plows. I could time when